Phoenix, Unqua, and Huma.

As one late night I went to bed
just trying to sleep and lo! instead
I heard a voice call my name
I saw a figure, near it came
’it’s kind o’ a bird’, or so I thought
I sort of heard me think, if not
in language-sign a bird so cute
it said: "I’m Phoenix*; burnt & mute,
----my embers in Al-Hambra glowed
---A thousand years but no one showed"

Just when the Phoenix folded wings
I felt a silhouette’s pin-prick pings
Again a bird--I’d never seen
In sweet-sad sound it said "I’ve been
away so long, as if dead or extinct
The truth’s I visit those who think
some call me a holy-grail..what tripe!
Reveal I do! to those who strive.
---You make a vow to work and think
---and then you’ll see me in a wink

A fluttering here,-- another there
Another bird then flew in here
It wore a crown, and jewels so bright
I had to close my eyes ! such sight
’It ought to be the king of birds’
"and that am I", or so I heard
---"Huumaa** I am, and you’d be king,
----if you so want, under my wings"

The trio then put up a show
and made me smile, laugh, and glow
A whirling twirling in a trance
the three bagan to dance and prance
The Unquaa*** sang, the Huuma sang
Such songs that bells all over rang
and Phoenix tapped its tiny feet
In chorus they said they’ll meet
Again when muslim children be
the leaders of the world--and free1
For that they have to close their ranks
and pray to Allah--offer thanks.